the great escape - vinzent & collector's editon lyrics
my bag, my car, my keys, my clothes i gotta go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
my bag, my car, my keys, my clothes i gotta go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
this is the great escape
man f*ck this life, i’m goin’ out the window
meet myself and my super nintendo
problems quickly fade to black
goodbye naggin couldn’t handle that
h*llo late nights and them girlies chasing
she act up, find a replacement
freakazoid, attacking them bachelor today
spending nights on a mic with a quest for pay
brand new city, brand new zip code
i’m sorry ma, but i gots to go
i gots to make it
i gots to chase it
houdini the norm and a quest for greatness
don’t worry about me, i’ll be alright
i got a chick in the city wherе i’ll spend the night
i gots to be out, can’t livе this life
cage me if you want to, but i’m out tonight
my bag, my car, my keys, my clothes i gotta go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
my bag, my car, my keys, my clothes i gotta go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
this is the great escape
i’m trading this in for a chance to find me
extended stays in the backseat
depleting my cash to be the next mc
i got a g* g*go to the t.o.p.,
too coward to tell you to your face
but grown runaways can’t be traced and i won’t be deferred
can’t watch you cry
can’t wait no longer, this is bye bye
dreams haunting me and i’ma haunt them back
morph
to beast mode and blanca that ass
as cold as it seems, my intentions are best
check you in some months with some hair on my chest
v established, grow my fame, own that place and a little change
sorry to cause you this pain, but if you still lost hope, this explains
my bag, my car, my keys, my clothes i gotta go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
my bag, my car, my keys, my clothes i gotta go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
this is the great escape
when opportunity knocks, i got to go
i gotta sign outside, set a rhyme for dough
i take hundreds, fifties, what about a dub
tens, fives, all i got is ones
ain’t seen nothing pretty in the city where i’m from
like it’s busy on the drums, diddy*didy dum dum
a few hot lines had the industry buzzing
few hot rides and publicity stunning
why you think i’m in the big leagues, for nothing
we out here preaching like jesus coming
the city doesn’t sleep so the beat goes on
baby gotta eat, gotta leak, more songs
hold on, and i’m so gone
gone strong
so gone
i can’t go wrong
i won’t go back
bout to make track
got my duffle bag packed
my bag, my car, my keys, my clothes i gotta go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
this is the great escape
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